Unconventional (The Manhattanites #4) (26 page)
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Authors: Avery Aster
“Beats me. You’re the one who was in Dubai and Stockholm at the time of the robberies. It’s not
you
, is it?”
“Ninny, it’s me. I’m busted. I’m a diamond thief.” Rooming with Duckie made his sarcasm contagious. Kiki couldn’t imagine anyone having enough
cajones
to waltz in to the Euro Expo and steal the Iced Sherbet pink diamond.
“Anyway…I got the email yesterday that you’re now in charge of the Paloma’s Gems account. Congrats, boo.” Duckie didn’t appear sincere. He wanted that promotion, too. Instead, Duckie had been put on Blake’s lifestyle team, which meant BDSM toys and dog food, not Paloma Gems or Baden Beauty products.
“Isn’t it great? I’m excited. I can’t wait to tell my parents. Dejon was with me when I got the call. There’s so much to do. First—”
He clapped his hands then snapped his fingers. “Kiki! You know Paloma is doing that big publicity stunt at The Style Gala with the The Great Nova of Africa. They’re gonna split the gem right at the conference.”
“Yup. It’s never been done with any stone that size in public. Paloma told me all about it yesterday. She’s invested everything she has into this launch. I’ll get all the press to come. Celebs, too…Rihanna, Ke$ha, you name it.”
“Okay, gurl, now I’m gettin’ excited.”
“My career is riding on this event. I was even thinking of asking Lex Easton to co-design some fashionable diamond items with Paloma.”
Lex Easton had outranked Calvin, Marc, Donna, and Betsy in apparel sales the previous quarter. Easton Essentials, the brand Lex had created, was number one in the world for all things design. It was also Brill, Inc.’s largest client.
“You don’t think…?” Duckie took back the iPad. Plopping himself on the leather sofa with his Miller Lite, he huffed dramatically, “Ahh, nevermind.”
“What? Tell me.”
“All I’m gonna say is that Miss Brill had better hire extra security for your event. But I’ll help ya as much as I can.”
“Come on. You don’t think the robbers will come to New York, do you?” She walked over to him and straightened the pillows that were thrown about.
“Ya never know, gurl. If my business was to steal sparkly things, my pussy sure would be at The Style Gala. Wouldn’t your
pussy
be there, too, boo?”
“Duckie! You don’t have any girl parts. I hate the way you throw
that
word around. It’s vulgar.” Except when Dejon had said it directly to her pink spot, because then it was rather hot.
“What word?” Playing coy, he mocked her. “P-u-s-s-y?”
“Knock it off.” She pushed her suitcase over to her side of the apartment.
“Ha-ha-ha. I do, too, have one. I have a boy-pussy!” He lifted his left leg up like some kind of dog getting ready to piss on a tree.
Kiki screamed into a fit of laughs while taking out her clothes. She sorted the ones for dry cleaning against the ones she’d have to wash later. “You are so nasty. Nice ‘n’ Nasty!”
Wiping the beer from his lips, he lowered his leg and sat up on the sofa. “Where’d ya hear that term?”
“Eh?”
“Do you know what
Nice ‘n” Nasty
means?”
“Not really…I was hoping you’d tell me.” She sat the empty box near the door and slipped off her shoes. Toe wiggling never felt so good.
“You heard it from one of Birdie Easton’s old glam metal songs, didn’t cha?” Duckie started to sing, “Save Me.”
“While I adore Lex’s mom as a person, I don’t care much for her music. All that sex talk makes my heart jump outta my mouth in ways I’m not familiar. Dejon said
it
to me the other day.” Taking a fresh towel out of the closet, she headed for the bathroom.
“Why the hellaballoo would Dejon Turay utter such raunchiness, while in your sweet presence?” Duckie shouted across the apartment. His voice carried even when he whispered.
Popping her head back into the main room, she answered, “We were, umm. I was giving him a…you know….”
“A view of Utah Valley?” he shrieked with a smile she’d never seen on his face before.
“No, silly. I was giving him a BJ.”
“O. M. F. G!” Duckie screamed. “No fucking way!”
She nodded, leaned against the wall, and tried to act as if what had happened was no biggie. But her mind returned to that special moment with Dejon. He’d told her she was
perfect
. His sex in her mouth was a huge deal for her. There’d be more to come, and soon. On the flight home and more recently in that cab ride, she’d made up her mind—anal sex with her fiancé would happen the second he came back from Africa.
While masturbation was fun and all, it actually didn’t alleviate squat but made her yearnings much stronger. Her vaj was pushing her closer to Bellevue. Plus, they were getting married in a few weeks. She had to keep Dejon happy. He’d moved all the way to New York for her. And to be honest, she loved the intimacy with him. Close to having an orgasm a few times, she felt that moment bonded them all the more.
Duckie leapt over to her so fast he nearly knocked her down. “Spill it, bietch. I want the deets. Is Dejon Turay—hottest man I’ve ever seen, muscular, British accent-speaking and disc jockey famous—as hung as he looks?”
“What makes you say such
things
?”
“I’ve often tried to picture his cock in my mind. He must have a third leg.” Duckie grabbed her shoulders as if it was life or death.
“Why would you assume that?” Come to think of it, she sorta understood the third leg thing. That would be a
yes,
but she wouldn’t tell Duckie.
“Miss Brill, Mr. Morgan, Vive, Lex—fuck, pretty much everyone has noticed Dejon’s alien-esque fingers.”
About to howl, she bit down on the towel.
Oh, my gosh.
“Similar to ET in that Steven Spielberg movie. If Dejon’s digits are as long as fuck and go from here to Hollywood, then his dick must hang from here to Africa, boo. Tell me!”
“No way.”
“I bet his nuts are the size of grapefruits.” He blew up his cheeks as if he had a mouth full.
“Stop.”
“Is he cut or uncut?”
“I’m going to take a shower now.” Still laughing, she turned back for the bathroom.
“Dammit. You’re no fun. I had bets lined up on this one.”
“Get dressed. We’re going to work.” Kiki closed the door and started the shower. She realized she still didn’t know what ‘Nice ‘n’ Nasty’ meant, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore.
Find out how Kiki lands Dejon and Dash, get
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Table of Contents
Part One: A Girl Just Wants To Have Fun!
Chapter One: Jemma, Will You Marry Us?
Chapter Two: Damn Vive Farnworth! My career is O-V-E-R
Chapter Three: Luigi, Amore, You’re Making Me Fuckin’ High
Chapter Four: Dim All the Lights, Rocco
Chapter Five: Into The Labyrinth We Play
Chapter Six: Apologies from Rehab
Part Three: The Scars on My Back
Chapter Eight: A Celebration of Life
